Right after our divorce, my ex demanded my black card for his mistress—but when I blocked it, his family’s pride shattered in front of everyone

coming in, asking them to calm down. But Teresa had already lost her temper.

“Shut up! What do you know? You’ve deceived our family. She’s a con artist.”

Julia, after crying, seemed to regain her strength. She sat up in bed and looked directly at Teresa. There was no longer any weakness in her gaze. It was as cold as ice.

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